Farming in a Parallel World and Becoming a God
Chapter 660 - 488 Aftertaste_2

Chapter 660: Chapter 488 Aftertaste_2

Using it to toast friendship would indeed be most appropriate. A tad of gratitude then becomes threefold. It can’t turn into tenfold, for that would be too fake; three is not too many, nor too few—just right.

The Aftertaste cocktail was precisely what Gaven would concoct each day after sending Philancy away, using his abilities—one glass per day, no more, no less.

Philancy accepted the wine box. It was clearly not heavy, yet it felt heavier than a thousand gold, and she sighed, "You’re always considering my needs, while I’ve done nothing for you."

"Teacher, please don’t say that. Compared to the knowledge you’ve imparted to me, these little things are truly nothing." Gaven had essentially figured out Philancy’s character over the past few days.

She was purer than most of the legendary professionals he knew, somewhat like a scholarly theorist bursting with all sorts of theoretical knowledge but most of it unapplied. A person who hasn’t been driven mad by solitude or embarks on a killing spree at random must essentially be kind-hearted. Such people remember kindness; a little good done to them is often repaid tenfold. If you are wholeheartedly good to them, they usually respond with the same level of commitment.

"Then I’ll accept it," said Philancy, who simply looked deeply at Gaven, saying no more.

Gaven, however, called after her fading silhouette, "Teacher, just remember, from now on, you may be alone, but your heart is not. I’ll be here waiting for your return."

He had not finished speaking when Philancy’s figure vanished completely. Whether she heard his words was unknown, what reaction they’d inspire, even less clear.

Gaven chose not to overthink it. He had done everything he could; the rest he left to time—to ferment. When you’re surrounded by solitude and your own shadows are everywhere, it’s hard not to grow deeply contemplative.

Glancing one last time at the underground chamber where he’d stayed for five days, Gaven closed the stone door, concealing it once more. He had thought about casting a Sealing magic on it, but then he realized, wasn’t that like clearly marking where one’s wealth lay hidden?

A place that no one noticed, could otherwise invite unwanted attention.

He stepped back inside, retrieving five standard chests of Gold Coins and hiding them beneath the luxurious large bed.

Only then did he firmly shut the door and leave.

With these fifty thousand Gold Coins, he could divert most petty thieves’ attention, stopping them from causing unnecessary trouble here.

A more powerful entity either wouldn’t target this place at all, or, once it did, would not be hindered by his magic or dazzled by the Gold Coins. When the time came, it would be up to Philancy’s own arrangements to hold up.

The chances of that happening were slim because, after all, this place had lain idle for three years before he took residence. Any interested party would have come earlier, not waited until after he moved in.

Gaven only needed to ensure that his enemies did not set their sights on this place.

Just as he emerged from the underground chamber, Gaven was cornered by the owners of the Anfield Village horse farms.

Mage Anbala of the Roinhein Clan smiled and said, "Mr. Gaven, you really are a busy man; it’s not easy to get an audience with you. Regarding the warhorses, we’ve pretty much got everything in order. However, I heard that Mr. Gaven is a Dragon Slayer with powerful shooting weapons and that Miss Luna can transform into a Pegasus with ultra-fast flying ability..."

Gaven didn’t let him finish, but interrupted directly, "If you want me to help you get rid of the Swift Roc, that’s fine. Name your price!"

As his main goal in Anfield Village was accomplished, he no longer had the initial enthusiasm to haggle in detail with these horse farm owners. He wished to complete the transaction more swiftly to advance other matters.

"Mr. Gaven is indeed a forthright man," Mage Anbala said with a smile, "So we’ll be straightforward too. After our joint discussion, we believe that your suggested underground bidding could hurt the feelings among us, the Horse Farm Owners of Anfield Village. Ours is not a one-off deal, and besides, Mr. Gaven, your orders are so large that they could consume the entire village’s supply. We think we shouldn’t deal in such empty forms, but instead should sign a long-term purchase agreement directly with Mr. Gaven, under the name of the Anfield Riding Club Association."

The Horse Farm Owners of Anfield Village were also hardened by the battleground of the market.

They were not easily swayed by others, especially after the initial excitement wore off.

With the two largest horse farms’ operators brokering, they decided to join forces, to cooperate with Gaven as a collective, ready to share the profits and the risks.

Gaven nodded, not agreeing or disagreeing, just an expression of listening.

Mage Anbala continued, "We are willing to sell our warhorses to the Lord at the City of Brilliance’s market price!"

At that price, Gaven’s brows involuntarily twitched.

The price was excessive, treating him like a sucker. He was making a purchase at their doorstep, and yet to be charged the same as in the City of Brilliance? What were all his efforts for? He might as well go directly to the Waterdeep City horse market where ready stock was plentiful.

They couldn’t have seen all the investments he made here and planned to fleece him together, could they?

They were seasoned businessmen; they surely wouldn’t do something so foolish.

With that thought, Gaven did not immediately lose his temper. Instead, he gazed intently at Mage Anbala, waiting quietly for him to continue.

Internally, Mage Anbala commended the young man. He truly was exceptional, at least in terms of mental fortitude, not something ordinary people could match. Then he added, "Moreover, we are willing to accept Mr. Gaven’s Ghost Grape Wine at the current City of Brilliance market price as a means of payment. The payment could be deferred until your new batch of Ghost Grape Wine is ready, with the horses still for Mr. Gaven to collect himself, and the Ghost Grape Wine to be picked up by us from your territory. How does Mr. Gaven feel about this deal?"